Daeyon had always known what he wanted. As an Alpha, it was natural to pursue what called to him, what his instincts demanded. Yet, despite his dominance, there was something different about the omega he had been watching for weeks.

He was soft-spoken, quiet in a way that made him seem almost invisible to the world, yet Daeyon felt every tiny movement, every fleeting glance, as if the omega’s presence was etched into his soul. It wasn’t just the way the Omega's scent lingered in the air, light and soothing—it was the way he carried an innocence, a fragility that called to something deep within Daeyon, a part of him that was protective and tender, the part that wanted to nurture rather than claim with force.

It hadn’t been love at first sight—no, it was something slower, quieter, a pull that Daeyon couldn’t explain. He hadn’t meant to watch so closely, hadn’t meant to be this captivated by someone so different from him. But the boy’s quiet grace, the way he existed in his own world, was magnetic.

Now, Daeyon knew it was time. He would court the omega. Slowly, gently. With patience. He could already sense the Omega's hesitance, the walls he had built around himself, but Daeyon was no stranger to persistence.

He wouldn’t push too hard. He wouldn’t rush. But he would be there, every day, just enough for the boy to notice him, just enough to show that he was someone worth trusting, someone worth being with.

"Hey there," he said to the boy who looked now a bit stratled,"No rush, just wanted to see if you’re okay... or if you’d like some company"